hypogean blood fractals for a hypnagogic sleep

by The Last Surrealist

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An unexpected meditative journey through the true nature of the universe surrounding us. A search for god in aesthetic soundscapes as seen through the eyes of a perpetually depressed human being. This thing we call god is sound frequencies moving like particles through the body. It is such a beautiful crystalline thing. It's so harsh to compare it to the very extreme of the mind leaving the body and only blood behind. Don't even worry about burying me. Just play something nice at the funeral.

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released October 8, 2015

- Chris Romans - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Synths, Programming, Harmonica, Noise
- Jon Savard - Drone Guitar on "you can't quantize my feelings (drifting through the petricor)"
- Marisa Frantz - Vocal harmonies on "i met god in the caves to xibalba. she told me to surrender. so i did..."

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The Last Surrealist Easton, Pennsylvania

self-destruction, brutality, and violence as seen through the lens of beauty. for true annihilation is not just of the putrid and vile, but of the just, careful lovers. your throat is in the dirty hands of god and my own hands are clenched to dirt. stare into the cosmic abyss. close the quiet eyes one more time for sleep. nothing exists anymore. except i hear these crawling noises in my ears... ... more

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Track Name: in the all consuming fires of sodom and gomorrah we make love
from these palisades you can see the dead
alongside the stony brook where once I lay
in wretched confinement to the bastille on the shore
dreaming to uncover the one I adore

through bitter poetry — i stab at the walls
drag the quill through the celestial ayin with whom i am
entwined, entranced, and altogether helpless
in the euphoria of emotion will i dance

now I use antonyms to describe the one i love
as the corrupted throne in my heart of late lies dormant with desire
to one day rejoice at the return of a master to the godless soul
all consumed in the waters of tasteless desire to be unborn

to be unborn into the arms of she who holds the key
to return to that eternal driving force in the sails
to unmake my mistakes and fix the floors of my galleon
leading to a return to my mother’s womb again

for grace to draw the first breath as if it was
the final execution born into a universe formless
like yahweh’s silent monologue exiting my throat as if conditioned
by an egyptian babe’s wailing cry unintelligible to all but me

as symptoms of synesthesia and at the most extreme
embalming fluid taking the carcass into the destructive villa under the sea
where i make love with the apostasy and reincarnate
as a weed growing in the desert covering my old body
Track Name: to lie with beauty on empyrean shores
burn me out of eden and turn my eyes towards the winter
note that my feelings on death come from knowing that it’s all there is

take the wooden cross from the church where my mother gave birth
to an entire world strung up with torn skin, flush lips, and fire

the fire consumes the soul, oh how i have grown so old
my pale bones see straight through the boiling blood to the unreal

my sister is just a ghastly fragment lying below the hearth
so soft in my arms, she can bring the ecstasy to this life

yet i am scorched in an inferno aeons in the making
consumed by the desire for love that i’m told will set me free
but by the look of this misery i can tell my passing thought
that god giveth and man taketh away will keep me sustained

i have long been worried that my lust for death would exhume my corpse
before it’s time had come to return to the dying star xibalba

lit in flames we all wander into the inner sanctum of the tabernacle
we close our eyes then drop to the desert sand like heavy stones

i crawl back into the vacuous opening from which i was released
take the knife and plunge it into my neck, then set adrift on an open sea

we all pass away with dilated pupils looking towards heaven’s abyss
my unscathed mind leaves the flesh to lie with beauty on empyrean shores

then i am scorched in an inferno aeons in the making
consumed by the desire for love that i’m told will set me free
but by the look of this misery i can tell my passing thought
that god giveth and man taketh away will keep me sustained

entire worlds bend the knee just to see a faint vision of the almighty
leading a thousand nations towards the sweet smell of victory
while trampling every lost sinner writhing in carnal pleasures
illustrating that god giveth and god taketh away
Track Name: you can’t quantize my feelings (drifting through the petricor)
i swear that i am more than an infantile machine
you can’t quantize my feelings
belong to a dead god who left me here in vast eons

in solitude i am hanging on to my past life
yet you can’t quantize my feelings
for being human without the body suspended from air
Track Name: i surrender all holy blood
with black eyes of holocaust
the fire is bathed in sun blood
rising from the cradle of civilization
to reign with a punishing love

with white eyes of holocaust
i surrender all holy blood
in the most surreal cathedral
i was transfixed by an effigy of christ

but then it bled….
think of the rivers of blood…

it’s intoxicating…

with black eyes of holocaust
i stare into the putrid dark
it’s so quiet without my thoughts
naked i fall into your body

with red eyes of holocaust
i surrender my holy blood
in exchange for the serenity you give
the hangman in the public square

but then he suffocates…
his mouth a tributary for all the rivers of blood…

it’s intoxicating…

to think our love could have been more
than little shadows flailing in the wind
Track Name: i met god in the caves to xibalba. she told me to surrender. so i did…
drag my body into space so that god may take away
the breath i make as if a mistake; take away

i met god in the caves to xibalba. she told me to surrender my life…
i met god in the caves to xibalba. she told me to surrender; so i did…

so have it, this piece of shit
i don’t want it, i don’t want it anyways…

punish me as others stare so that god may take away
all of this pain i dream of; take away…

i met god in the caves to xibalba. she told me to surrender; so i did myself in.
i met god in the caves to xibalba. she told me to surrender; so i did…

it’s a dirty habit, death the fetish
but i want this, i want this…